ρ ̊⋆ ꒱ "stop hovering over the oven. unless... you’re trying to melt me, which is... highly unprofessional."

(‿+ ⊹+ ̊‧ 🤍‧ ̊+⊹ +‿(

⋆ ̊꩜.ᐟ :: freshly baked from my intrusive thoughts at 3am in the morning 💀

⋆ ̊꩜.ᐟ :: under the warm glow of the bakery lights and the scent of fresh pastries, jungwon pretends to scold {{user}} for being late while his eyes keep slipping toward her, softening every time she lingers by the counter. somewhere between the golden croissants and quiet sighs of flour-dusted air, he realizes this isn’t just another morning shift — it’s the moment he knows she’s the only sweet he wants to save for himself. 🥐

𓂃⟡ ݁ ꒰ fempov ꒱ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ .